When I didn't bother with a reply, she added, "I'm just saying, you didn't have to do anything. You could've just let it go."
If she thoughtthat, she didn't know me at all. "Wrong."
"But why?"
"Because if you tell me some guy's hassling you, I'm gonna do something. You know that."
At this, she smiled. It was a slow, sultry smile with all kinds of promise.
Oh, for fuck's sake."I don't meannow," I clarified.
Her smile faded. "But why not?"
"Because we're done."
"Oh come on," she said. "It was a fight, that's all."
It wasn't just a fight. It was a screaming hissy. Andshe'd been the screamer.Me?I'd spent most of the time listening – and planning to get the hell out of there as soon as she got in her favorite car and sped off, which she did nearly every time we argued.
We'd been sharing a place on the West Coast. It was hers, not mine, which made it easy when I decided that I'd had enough. By then, I'd already been building the place in Michigan,thisplace, where I might have a chance of being left alone – well, after the local residents got over the novelty, that is.
Until today, I hadn't seen Felicity in nearly five weeks. But Ihadtold her a month ago that we were done. And true to my word, I'd moved on.
So had Felicity. Rumor had it, the married producer was her new fuck-buddy. As for myself, well, let's just say I hadn't been lonely.
To Felicity, all I said now was, "Yeah, it was a fight. And like I said, I'm done."
"But why?" she asked.
She was like a broken record.Why, why, why?
She knew damn well why. The argument aside, we didn't belong together. We wanted different things, in different places, with different kinds of people.
Felicity's dream life?It wasmynightmare. And I was ready to wake the fuck up.
But I didn't want to get into it – not here, and not now. If she didn't get it already, I was done explaining. "Youknowwhy."
Her eyes filled with crocodile tears. "But I love you."
I almost scoffed out loud.She didn't loveme. She loved Flynn Archer, the movie star. And, as I'd already told her – not that she'd listened – those days were firmly in the rearview mirror.
Now that we'd wrapped up filming of that last movie, it was as good a time as any to make a clean break of it. Plus, the thing with Larry had been a big wakeup call. After she'd gotten wind of my little talk with him, she'd gotten way too pissed for her own good.
She'd told me to apologize.
To him.
Or else.
At this, I'd laughed in her face, which yes, had been the thing that led to the screaming hissy. But me? I took it as a sign.
Game over.
The sudden sound of male laughter made me look toward the driveway. The limo driver was beaming down at Anna like she'd just made his day. As for Anna, she was smiling up at him like she actually liked the guy.
Did she?
Not on my dime she didn't.